Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

A few ballpoint pens... a few notebooks...

The most surprising thing is that there is a diary.

"The principal's secret!"

Hong Yi couldn't help but glance at it.

"May 5, the weather is dark."

"After class today, after passing through the principal's studio, I heard the sound of beating people, and there seemed to be screams of pain."

"In order to find out what was going on, I secretly climbed up the window and looked in. I was scared to death at the time, but I didn't expect the principal to beat a teacher, her clothes were knocked off, and the young female teacher's pants were knocked off. The high heels have also fallen off, and they are being hit hard by the headmaster on the table."

"I was very scared at the time. I wanted to save the teacher, but I was afraid that it would not be the principal's opponent. After all, the principal is the famous ghost king. I had no choice but to continue to observe the development of the situation."

"I didn't expect the principal to be so cruel. Suddenly, the female teacher shouted 'I'm going to die!' and lay on the table and didn't move."

"I was so frightened, I ran away!"

"I just didn't expect that the next night, when it was time for class again, the school bulletin board was posting the photo of the female teacher, and it said that the female teacher was promoted to the dean."

"I think this is what the teacher often said: if you don't die, you will have good luck!"

After reading this diary, Hong Yi was filled with emotion, what a pure student ghost.

Not like the two in the grove.

Look, this is what a student should look like.

However, the principal didn't kill you, what a fate!

Hongyi's group rushed open the door of the principal's office, but there was not even a ghost inside.

Everyone went around, and finally heard an unusual singing outside a door in the far corner of the first floor.

Wait for Hongyi to walk carefully into the door.

The door was just lightly closed, but not closed tightly.

"I kissed your face, your legs were on my shoulders..."

Hongyi: "..."

This principal seems to be very catching up with the trend!

Open the door gently.

A strong bloody smell came out.

There are many easels scattered all over the room.

A middle-aged man was standing in the middle of the studio covered in blood, his hands constantly busy.

"Hehe...hehehe...hehehehe..."

A burst of weird laughter came from the man's mouth, like crazy.

Hong Yi and the others stood at the door, unable to see the man's appearance. The middle-aged man seemed to be very focused.

Someone came in and didn't notice it.

"It's perfect!"

"Look at this skin!"

"Isn't it just right to be a canvas!"

The middle-aged man slowly lifted a bloody canvas from in front of him.

Hong Yi and the others took a closer look.

Suddenly surprised.

What kind of canvas is this, it is a bloody human skin.

"Jie Jie...you find a place to sit!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man turned his head and smiled grimly at Hong Yi and the others who were standing at the door, and pointed at the wooden stools next to him with bloody fingers.

"Wait, okay?"

"When I finish drawing..."

He spread the human skin on the easel and stroked the skin with his fingers, as if he was looking at a work of art.

At this time, several people in the Lingyi Bureau couldn't help shaking their whole bodies.

Qin Lan lightly grabbed Hongyi's cassock and put it back.

The sight in front of me is really weird.

He even painted on human skin.

I didn't expect the ghost king to be so cruel!

Moreover, the walls of the entire studio are covered with various picture scrolls, are they all human skins?

Thinking of this, Qin Lan couldn't help shaking even more.